90,000 Years of Longevity

Three-Legged Dragon Manor.

Countless murderous people in black were shuttling wildly.

Puff, puff…

Those people were extremely agile, just like the legendary martial arts masters…

Some people could fly.

Some people could slash their swords into lightning.

Some people could fold a leaf into a knife…

Every second, every minute, a direct descendant of the Zhao Family or a guard died tragically.

Zhao Changcun left the inner courtyard with the Zhao Family's direct descendants. He originally wanted to preserve the strength of the Zhao Family and then summon his people to force Ye Bei and Wang An to leave the manor in the most violent way.

However, at this moment, he, Zhao Changcun also fell into a pool of blood.

There was a sharp dagger stuck in his chest, his pupils were pale and there was turbid liquid handing from the corners of his eyes…

Next to him, there were also people he was familiar with, they were also lying in a similar way, they were his wife and his son, Zhao Kun.

Looking weakly at the silhouettes of black people who were constantly traveling, he could not understand… why, why would such a result come out instead?

Just now, he clearly summoned all the forces that the Zhao Family could use. Even the large heavy weapons were prepared. If necessary, Zhao Changcun had even thought of directly razing the entire Three-Legged Dragon Manor, including his old father, to the ground.

Just now, he was very energetic and felt that the Old Immortal and that so-called 'master' would definitely die.

Just now, countless people respectfully waited for his orders, as long as he nodded his head, everything would end.

However, this final result was completely different from what he and his father had expected.

Just as Zhao Changcun was about to take action, countless figures in black sprang out from the dark.

They were too strong.

They disappeared without a trace.

They killed people without blinking their eyes…

"Why… is this happening? The Zhao Family… is it really that weak? Is it so vulnerable?" His pupils were white and enlarged, blood was oozing out from his mouth and his voice was intermittent.

At the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, two familiar figures slowly appeared in his eyes.

He was originally very puzzled, but after seeing these two old figures, all his unwillingness disappeared. He finally knew why his father was afraid of that young man, he also knew that the Zhao Family was really in the wrong this time.

…

Three-Legged Dragon Manor, inner courtyard.

The fragrance of wine and the aroma of foods mixed together, Ye Bei picked up his chopsticks, then he put a piece of braised pork into his mouth and chewed slowly.

"Master, when you taught me how to cook, I practiced it every day, but as I grow older, my body is getting worse, and I rarely have the opportunity to cook again. therefore, the taste may be a little bad, please master forgive me!" Zhao Bingsheng's heartbeat was fast, but on the surface, he still said very respectfully and steadily.

"Yeah." Ye Bei did not comment but he said softly, "Little An, Bingsheng, don't stay dazed, let's eat together, these dishes are not bad, I'm afraid that you will not be able to eat them in the future…"

"Yes, master." Wang An nodded and carefully put a piece of meat into his mouth.

Zhao Bingsheng's body was trembling. Ye Bei's seemingly casual sentence, in his opinion, had a completely different meaning.

However, Zhao Bingsheng had no choice but to stretch out his chopsticks and put a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it gently.

The meat was a bit hard, soy sauce and salt were a bit too much, it tasted a bit bitter it felt hard to swallow.

Zhao Bingsheng frowned slightly and could not help but look at Ye Bei and Wang An and found that they were eating normally.

Could it be that there was a problem with his sense of taste?

Zhao Bingsheng thought secretly, swallowing the piece of braised pork with force, his voice hoarse and contained some hesitation, "Master, this time you came back. They… all knew, right?"

Ye Bei did not answer.

Wang An said coldly at this moment, "Master came back yesterday and it was when your grandchild was making trouble in the Longevity Temple. Later, everyone else went to visit master, only you, the Liu Family, and the Jin Family are the ones who have yet to pay a visit to master."

Zhao Bingsheng listened as he ate the meal, the expression on his face solidified, and soon returned to normal, there was also a slight smile on his face. Though Zhao Bingsheng had already seen Ye Bei now, Wang An did not count it as 'paying a visit'.

He picked up the flask and moved slowly, then continued to pour wine for Ye Bei, "Those guys are really not fair. Master is back, but they did not tell me a word. If I knew, I would give those rebellious juniors the harshest punishment!"

"Is it?" Wang An asked coldly.

"Of course, it is!" Zhao Bingsheng knew that Wang An was dissatisfied with him, but he still replied back without hesitation. In his eyes, no matter how powerful Wang An was, he would at best stand on equal footing with the Zhao Family, and only Ye Bei could decide everything.

"Bingsheng, you really did not know that I'm back?" Ye Bei asked softly as he watched the wine glass which was filled up and some even overflowed.

Zhao Bingsheng felt a chill, but when he faced Ye Bei's question, he dared not hesitate and immediately said, "Master, let's not hide it. Because my age is too old, I want the Zhao Family to not always rely on my support, so I pretended to die, to test how would the Zhao Family react and how much shock it would cause, and then gradually handed over the power to my son Zhao Changcun. If it weren't for master coming this time, maybe I'm really dead… I'll never reappear."

"You…" Wang An's eye rounded, his voice was a bit loud.

"Little An!" Ye Bei yelled softly as Wang An quieted down and did not dare to say more.

Zhao Bingsheng lowered his head. He was very clear about how weak and pale the lies he was saying now.

But…

When facing Ye Bei, he still could not admit everything.

Even if he understood that at the moment Ye Bei appeared, he had already seen through all his plans and methods clearly, but he still pretended to fabricate such excuses and lies without knowing it…

Zhao Bingsheng did this just to prove his loyalty, he wanted to have a little face at the moment before his death.

"Bingsheng, other visitors are here. It seems that your dishes are a bit too little, and there are not enough seats either." As the scene dropped into silence, Ye Bei spoke.

After Zhao Bingsheng listened, he looked towards the door unconsciously.

Click!

With a faint sound of footsteps, two figures walked over from the outer courtyard.

Accompanied by these two figures, there was also a strong scent of blood. The bloody smell dissipated the aroma of wine and vegetables almost instantly. After smelling this smell, Zhao Bingsheng, with chopsticks in his hand, could not stop shaking.

"Master, this price is really too heavy!" His voice was very small to the extreme, like a mosquito.

Those vicissitudes of life and wise eyes slowly narrowed, until finally they were closed tightly.

Hu!

He took a deep breath and tried to make himself look a little calmer.

Thump!

After seeing Ye Bei, the two figures who came over knelt down without any hesitation.

The people who came were Jin Rufan and Liu Zhiyun.